Asking about longevity

The soul-refining blood banner sealed the city, and the monstrous demon sword swept under it.

Lishan City has become a ruin.

Yesterday's carved beams and painted buildings are now in ruins. What was once glorious and magnificent is only a mess.

Dabai pulled the cart and walked in front.

Mo Hua, junior senior brother, junior senior sister and Aunt Xue followed behind. Along with the large group of monks from the Five Elements Sect, they left the Five Elements Sect together, walked out of the mountain-protecting formation, and walked into the desolate Lishan City.

After seeing the surrounding scene, Mo Hua realized that the entire Lishan City had been an empty shell for a long time, and many of the merchants living inside were hidden demon cultivators.

There are not many serious monks.

When a disaster strikes, most of these monks will die, be injured, or escape.

The monks who are merchants are not local monks.

Come for profit and leave after all the profit.

No one wants to live or die with Lishan City, and no one cares about the survival of Lishan City.

Flowers without soil are prosperous when they bloom, but wither in the blink of an eye.

The prosperity of Lishan City, where every inch of land was precious, came to an end, revealing the desolate true nature of the earth, stone and clay sculptures.

But Mo Hua doesn't care about these.

As he walked on the road, he would occasionally look back, looking forward to seeing his master again.

But in the end, nothing was seen.

Mo Hua lowered his head sadly.

Bai Zisheng was also sad and patted Mo Hua on the shoulder.

Bai Zixi held Mo Hua's hand.

Aunt Xue looked surprised, but her expression was complicated. She sighed slightly and said nothing.

Everyone walked out of Lishan City together.

The great elder and the elders of the Five Elements Sect took the lead and led the way.

Although there is a sea of ​​blood above his head, the sword energy is permeating the air.

Lishan City was filled with blood and demonic aura.

But there was no wind or waves along the way.

There is no evil spirit, no murderous intent, no danger.

As Mr. Zhuang said, it is a way to survive.

The Great Elder was both in disbelief and relieved, and sighed in his heart:

"Mr. Zhuang is indeed a master. He has shown great kindness to our Five Elements Sect..."

The group of people walked, but after a moment, they were in front of the gate of Lishan City.

After exiting the gate, they left Lishan City.

He also left the place of right and wrong, the place of purgatory.

The great elder breathed a sigh of relief.

But when he looked up, the breath he had just released suddenly came up again.

There was a deep chill in his heart.

In front of them, the city gate was suddenly wrapped in a sea of ​​blood, blocking the way forward.

And above the city gate, at this moment, a group of strange monks were standing.

The one in the middle is wearing a black robe, with white hair and a childlike face, and his eyes are deep and sinister.

It is the ancestor of Xuan Mo!

On both sides of him, there was a pale old man carrying an evil sword box, a white-faced boy with no beard, who looked like he was wearing an exquisite dead man's face, and a big man with fangs and blood-red eyes.

And behind these people, there is a group of evil cultivators, at least those who are above the level of Foundation Establishment.

The great elder's eyes were horrified and his heart was broken with fear.

All the monks from the Five Elements Sect also had pale faces.

Xuan Sanren smiled softly, "Under the blood flags, there are evil ghosts who have been wronged and cannot be reincarnated. Not even a single remnant soul will be left. How could I let you go?"

"The imperial court has strict control. I haven't massacred a city in hundreds of years..."

"Today is a rare opportunity, let me make a joke..."

…

The great elder felt desolate.

The old demon in the Ascension Realm!

The Five Elements Sect is dead!

His face was miserable, and he was about to say something, but he saw the gentle smile on Xuan Sanren's face gradually fade away, as if he had seen something, and his expression was solemn.

The Great Elder followed Xuan Sanren's gaze and saw an old man sitting on a roof not far to the west, with a pale face and a body like a dead tree.

It is the unfathomable old man next to Mr. Zhuang who is called "Puppet Old Man".

Another glimmer of hope arose in the great elder's heart.

Xuan Sanren looked at the old man, his face was as dark as water, he cupped his hands and said:

"Who is the master?"

The puppet boss looked at him lightly, "You don't deserve to know, I will spare your life, go away."

Xuansan was extremely angry, sneered, and was about to take action. Suddenly he was startled, as if he remembered something, his expression changed drastically, and he lost his voice:

"You are..."

The old man's eyes were cold and stern.

Xuan Sanren quickly shut up, too frightened to speak.

He suppressed the fear in his heart, his face trembled, and he bowed his hands to the puppet master. His figure gradually faded from the city gate and then disappeared.

The demon cultivators behind Xuan Sanren also looked stunned and were shocked in their hearts:

"What is the identity of this old man?"

"Even Xuan San people have to be polite?"

But they didn't dare to ask.

Not only was he afraid of speaking rudely and offending this mysterious old man, but he was also afraid that his inappropriate words might offend the Xuansan people.

The Xuan San people didn't dare to stop him, and they didn't even dare to stop him, so all the demon cultivators had to retreat.

The demon cultivators retreated one after another.

The great elder breathed a sigh of relief, looked at the puppet elder, and bowed from afar.

All the Five Elements Sect monks also looked solemn and saluted to the puppet elder.

Puppet Lao tapped his finger, and a dark fireball flew out.

The gate of Lishan City was shattered, the demonic energy was burned out, the blood flag burned a big gap, and the sea of ​​​​blood seemed to be torn apart, revealing a hole.

"Walk."

The old man only said this one word and continued to rest with his eyes closed.

The Great Elder felt grateful and saluted from afar. Then he looked back, waved his hands, and led the people of the Five Elements Sect to walk out of Lishan City along the entrance of the cave opened by the Puppet Elder...

Mo Hua also glanced at Mr. Puppet and couldn't help but murmured:

"Grandpa Puppet..."

The old man seemed to hear Mo Hua's voice, and slowly opened his eyes, looked at Mo Hua, and raised the corner of his mouth with a smile.

This was the first time Mo Hua saw Puppet Lao smile.

Like a puppet's smile.

Although harsh, even though it is a bit inconsistent, it is very gentle.

In Mo Hua's ears, Puppet Lao's hoarse and kind voice also sounded:

"I'm here to see you off..."

Mo Hua's nose felt sour, and he waved vigorously and said goodbye to the old man.

The old man "laughed" again, and then said softly: "Let's go..."

"Um!"

Mo Hua nodded, glanced at the old man again, then reluctantly looked away and walked out of the city.

The old man looked at Mo Hua's small back with some regret.

Pity……

I can’t eat the pine nuts that this kid fried for himself...

There is no chance to teach him spells or play chess together...

Then he laughed at himself:

"My Taoist heart has also been shaken..."

The old man shook his head, closed his eyes again, and sat up.

…

And Mo Hua kept walking, passed through the city gate, and left Lishan City, which was shrouded in a sea of ​​blood and full of demonic aura, danger, and murderous intent.

He also left Lishan City where the master was...

When Mo Hua looks back.

The soul-refining blood flag, after the sacrifice, has completely covered the entire Lishan City.

What caught his eyes was the monstrous sea of ​​blood, the ferocious magic sword, and the bloody sword energy that filled the sky.

Mo Hua remembered all this in his heart, his eyes slightly cold.

"Dare to plot against master..."

One day, I will kill all of you evil demons, tear this soul flag to pieces, smash this demon sword to pieces, and crush all the secrets and causes of this demonic path...

What kind of mysterious demon ancestor, what kind of golden elixir demon cultivator, what kind of magic treasure...

You all just wait for me...

…

At this time, Xuan Sanren, who was in Lishan City, had just recovered from the shock of the puppet elder, when suddenly he felt heart palpitations again.

He immediately took out a bone compass from his arms.

There is a lock sealed in the compass. The lock is soaked in black blood and engraved with ancient patterns. There is also a magic eye embedded in the center. The magic eye is fierce and blinks constantly.

This is the ultimate treasure of the devil's cause and effect: the secret lock of the underworld.

Xuan Sanren frowned:

"This secret lock just now... was shaking?"

"What's the meaning?"

"What is it afraid of?"

"What's there to be afraid of?"

Xuan Sanren bit his finger and wiped it from his forehead, leaving a trace of blood. The blood trace squirmed on its own, and Xuan Sanren's consciousness became more and more acute.

He made the secret with his hands and thought about it carefully. After a while, he still looked confused.

Nothing can be calculated...

A mystery.

But vaguely, there seemed to be a hint of omen.

It was like I accidentally released a bunch of fish fry into the river.

But among the fry, there seemed to be a young and ferocious "crocodile".

But if you look carefully, you will see that the river is swaying, the waves are swaying, and you can't see anything.

Xuan Sanren was stunned, then shook his head, "It's an illusion..."

How could it be such a coincidence...

…

There is a branch road dozens of miles away from the mountain city.

The people of Mo Hua and Five Elements Sect are going to part ways here.

The great elder looked at the ink painting with a complicated expression.

The true inheritance of the Five Elements Sect lies in this child.

And the future blessings of the Five Elements Sect may also lie with this child.

Although he did not know what the true inheritance of the Five Elements Sect was, nor what the future blessings of the Five Elements Sect would be, this was what Mr. Zhuang told him, and he could only believe it.

only……

It’s hard to say whether the Five Elements Sect will still have this blessing in the future...

The sect suffered this calamity, and its people were distraught.

From now on, they will also have to live a life of being dependent on others, which will not be comfortable.

These disciples will probably leave one by one.

It's hard to say how many people will stay in the end.

It might be better for him to be alive. After all, he is also a golden elixir cultivator. But in a hundred or two hundred years, if he dies and has no successors in the Five Elements Sect, will he be lost in the history of the cultivation world...

The great elder sighed, worried.

He glanced at the ink painting and said goodbye: "Little sir, take care of it!"

Mo Hua also saluted and said: "Great Elder, take care!"

"I hope there will be a day when we can see each other again..."

The great elder sighed in his heart, and then bowed to Mo Hua, and then led the people of the Five Elements Sect on a road with an uncertain future...

…

Ink painting, on the other hand, went another way.

This is a wide mountain road.

Dabai pulled the car and saw that Mo Hua seemed to be in a bad mood. He rubbed his head affectionately against Mo Hua, as if he wanted to comfort Mo Hua.

Mo Hua also hugged Dabai, but his expression was still a little down.

Bai Zisheng and Bai Zixi were also a little sad.

While walking, Bai Zisheng suddenly asked Aunt Xue: "Aunt Xue, can you find my mother and ask her to rescue the master?"

Aunt Xue said bitterly: "For people of Mr. Zhuang's level, the matters involved are beyond our control..."

"Even Madam, there are many things she can't change."

What's more, Madam... is also plotting against Mr. Zhuang...

Aunt Xue didn't say this clearly.

Bai Zisheng was a little frustrated.

Bai Zixi said: "Aunt Xue, where are we going now?"

Aunt Xue muttered: "Let's meet Madam first. Madam is also concerned about your safety. After that, she should go back to Bai's house..."

"Go back to Bai's house..."

Bai Zixi murmured and couldn't help but glance at the ink painting.

Bai Zisheng suddenly remembered something. His loneliness faded away, he looked at the ink painting and asked:

"Junior brother, do you want to go back to Bai's house with us?"

"Bai family?" Mo Hua was startled.

"Yes." Bai Zisheng nodded, "Follow me to the Bai family. I will protect you. You don't have to worry about cultivation or anything else. Inheritance, formations, etc. are all available..."

"Although it's far from as good as Master, it's still pretty good."

Mo Hua remained silent.

He turned back and glanced at Li Shancheng.

He still wanted to see the master.

Can’t be seen anymore…

Golden elixir, feather transformation...

This level of cultivation is simply not something he can participate in.

He was just refining his energy...

Mo Hua sighed in despair, hesitated for a moment, and then said: "I want to go back to Tongxian City to see my parents..."

He has been away from home for a long time and wants to go back for a visit.

"It's okay," Bai Zisheng nodded, "I also want to go back and see Uncle Mo and Aunt Liu. Then, you can follow me to the Bai family..."

"You have such a high level of understanding and learn formations so well. Even in the Bai family, no one dares to look down on you..."

Mo Hua hesitated, "But, this is not good..."

He is not from the Bai family...

Bai Zisheng said with a serious face, "What's wrong? You are my junior brother, and I am a family member. As a senior brother, I should naturally take care of you!"

"When we get to the Bai family, whoever looks down on you is looking down on me! Whoever bullies you is bullying me! I'll knock out his front teeth!"

Mo Hua was moved, but still shook his head.

Bai Zisheng said: "There's no rush, you can think about it slowly."

Bai Zixi also glanced at Mo Hua and said in a clear but decisive voice:

"When you get to the Bai family, no one dares to bully you!"

Mo Hua was slightly startled and smiled: "Thank you, senior sister..."

The smile painted in ink is like a clear spring, clean and clear, flowing through the heart with warmth.

Bai Zixi looked away slightly.

Aunt Xue looked at them all. In her eyes, there was both relief and tenderness, as well as a hint of unbearability.

Something beautiful, simple and clean.

But this world of cultivation is cold and cruel...

Mo Hua still shook his head, "I'll go back and see my parents first, and then we'll talk..."

He hasn't thought about what will happen next.

If he wants to build the foundation, he must solve the mysterious formation.

This formation is difficult to understand.

It may take one or two years, or it may take ten or twenty years...

But no matter what, he must untie the formation, and then step by step, follow the master's instructions, cultivate his spiritual consciousness to the extreme, and use his supreme spiritual consciousness to realize the great path!

This process must be difficult and laborious.

There are still many secrets about him...

Although he couldn't bear to part with his younger senior brother and younger sister, the Bai family... may not be a good place to go...

…

The boundaries of Dali Mountain are very large.

After leaving Lishan City, there is the rolling Dali Mountain, with many mountains and winding mountain roads.

Mo Hua and his group were walking along the mountain road, getting further and further away from the mountain city.

The mountains are like emeralds, and the clouds are steaming and the clouds are shining.

The magnificent mountain scenery diluted the sorrow of separation, but left endless sadness.

The three people in Mo Hua felt a little empty in their hearts.

After walking for a few days, Aunt Xue frowned.

Bai Zisheng asked, "Aunt Xue, what's wrong?"

Aunt Xue thought for a moment, shook her head and said, "Nothing?"

After traveling for another five or six days, Aunt Xue's expression became more and more solemn.

Now everyone realized something was wrong.

Bai Zixi said: "Aunt Xue, what happened?"

Aunt Xue hesitated for a moment and then said truthfully:

"Ten days ago, I sent a letter to Madam through jade slips, explaining the whole story, but for so many days, the news has not been spread. It seems that not only Lishan City, but the entire Dali Mountain has been blocked and isolated. The news…”

Several people looked a little solemn.

Mo Hua looked up and found that the sky was hazy. He could see the sky, but he couldn't "see" the original sky.

It seemed like something was blocking it.

"Aunt Xue, what is covering the sky?" Mo Hua asked.

Aunt Xue frowned and said: "Maybe it's...the secret lock of the underworld..."

"Tianji lock?"

"Yes." Aunt Xue nodded, "The secret lock is a kind of secret magic weapon that can conceal the secrets, lock the cause and effect, and even block the news, so that other monks cannot see, detect, or infer..."

"The righteous path has magic weapons like heavenly secret locks, and the demonic path also has them."

"However, to be able to seal off the secrets in such a large area and isolate the entire Dali Mountain, this kind of magic weapon must be extraordinary. It is very likely that it is one of the magic treasures, the Underworld Secret Lock..."

"The most precious treasure of the devil, the heavenly secret lock of the underworld..."

Mo Hua nodded and silently remembered the name.

"What should we do now?" Bai Zisheng asked.

"Let's go out first and leave Dali Mountain..."

Aunt Xue frowned, but her expression was still very solemn.

After walking for a few more days, just as they were about to leave Dali Mountain, a group of monks suddenly appeared in front of them.

This group of monks appeared without any warning, but they seemed to have been waiting here for a long time.

Some of them wore black clothes, some wore blood clothes, and they looked different.

There are skinny Taoist priests with burn marks on half of their faces, fat Tutuos who can’t open their eyes with smiles, coquettish nuns whose lips are like blood and fangs exposed, and corpse chasers who carry corpses on their backs...

The auras of these ten or so people were strangely thick and restrained.

Shockingly, they are all demon cultivators of the Golden Core stage!

Among the crowd, the only person Mo Hua recognized was a late-stage foundation-building monk wearing a golden crown and five-color robes.

It was also the original head of the Five Elements Sect—Liao Tiande.

He was once the leader, but now he is groveling with a flattering smile on his face.

Liao Tiande pointed at the Mo Hua people and said to an extremely handsome young man wearing bloody clothes with a strange blood mark between his eyebrows:

"Holy Son, these people are Mr. Zhuang's direct disciples..."